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“Please,” Dylan said, twisting toward Ronan. “Please, you can’t do this.”

“Don’t beg him.” Thorne sneered and kicked his thigh, knocking him sideways. “Gwen gets to decide what happens to you.”

Dylan struggled to right himself. Beside him, Mason started crying, his face wet as he looked toward Thorne.

“If it weren’t for her, you’d already be dead,” Thorne said.

Owen’s eyes found mine. His lower lip quivered.

“Gwen, come on. You know me.”

They had seemed so powerful before. Now they were nothing, kneeling beneath me.

I let go of Ronan and stepped forward. He let me go but stayed within reaching distance.

“Tell the truth,” I demanded.

“We were just messing around.” Owen’s eyes darted to the crowd. “It was an accident.”

“I didn’t touch her,” Dylan rushed out. “It was Mason.”

“The fuck? It was your idea to go up there in the first place,” Mason snapped. “You fucking dared me.”

“I didn’t dare you to throw her off a tower.”

“I didn’t throw her. She fell.” Mason’s voice became frantic as he realized that the two of them were going to dump all of the blame on him. “It’s not like you told me to stop.”

Owen’s mouth snapped shut.

“I told them to stop,” Dylan said quickly.

“The hell you did,” Owen yelled.

Their voices rose as they turned on each other.

Thorne let out a humorless laugh. “Even now, you’re trying to get out of it.”

“You’re disgusting,” I hissed.

I stepped back, unable to be that close to them anymore.

Ronan’s palm settled against my back, and I leaned into it.

Silas turned toward me. “Do you want us to kill them?”

His gaze stayed on mine while he waited for an answer.

I looked back at the men on their knees. I’d spent years dreading what would happen if I ever saw them again. Now they were looking at me with the same fear.

They would do it if I asked. I could say what I wanted, and it would matter. No one was going to speak over me this time.

“No.” My voice was rough, but I didn’t have to force it out. “I don’t want anyone else to die.”

Owen let out a broken breath. I met his eyes before he could mistake it for forgiveness.

“But I don’t want them to be able to do this to another girl.”

Thorne crouched and drew a long blade from his combat boot. The light caught along its edge, and Mason made a strangled sound.